Sublime

Our culture is designed to get you to eat crappy food, be sedentary, and drown your sorrows with consumption.

Pescato Cucinato shop, where Laura fries up her husband Edoardo’s fresh catch; grab a paper cone of deep-fried seafood as a snack.

I have never found a more pleasant way to go shopping than to spend two or three hours in a Provençal market. The color, the abundance, the noise, the sometimes eccentric stall-holders, the mingling of smells, the offer of a sliver of cheese here and a mouthful of toast and tapenade there—all of these help to turn what began as an errand into a mor

The merchant kings and their monopoly corporations show us the potential danger of our current trends of globalization: the greater the distance between the product and the consumer, the less opportunity for consumers to oversee production, to ensure that in the producing countries the producers adhere to the laws and recognize the same rights enjo

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The latest story concerned Hemingway’s knocking a man down for calling him a big fat slob. “You can call me a slob,” Hemingway had said, “but you can’t call me a big fat slob.” Then he struck him down. The natives of Bimini set the incident to music, and if they were sure Hemingway was not within earshot, they would sing in a calypso beat, “The big